I know a dark secluded placeA place where no one knows your faceA glass of wine a fast embraceIt's called... Hernando's Hideaway... Ole

All you see are silhouettesAnd all you hear are castanetsAnd no one cares how late it getsNot at Hernando's Hideaway... Ole

At the Golden Fingerbowl or any place you goYou can meet your Uncle Max and everyone you knowBut if you go to the spot that I am thinking ofYou will be free... to gaze at meAnd talk of love

Just knock three times and whisper lowThat you and I were sent by JoeThen strike a match and you will knowThat you're in Hernando's Hideaway...Tomado de AlbumCancionYLetra.comOh just knock three times and whisper lowThat you and I were sent by JoeThen strike a match and you will knowThat you're in Hernando's Hideaway.